sick

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sick

Nettspend · early life crisis · 2026 · 2:09

Lyrics

Hol' on, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh Yeah, yeah Bitch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' hit What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go) Ha, lookin' at my clip, I took a motherfucker shit Got baguettes in my face, got baguettes on my wrist (yeah, I'm lit, whoo) Bitch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' hit (yeah) What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go) Huh, lookin' at my clip, I took a motherfucker shit Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist (yeah) Got your main ho tellin' me, "Get it on, shit" (shit, shit) I'ma put you in your place, quit makin' me sick (sick, yeah) I'ma put you in your place, not my place, bitch, uh (yeah, yeah) SUV Ferrari, hit the dash so quick (grrt) Spilled the cup twice in a row, I don't care, I'm lit (yeah) I got my Chrome on my belt, I got Chrome on my bitch Huh, I was in the A with that lil' thick shit (shit, shit) Huh, told you could pray if you want your rich Told you, you could pray if you pray for me Uh, told you you could stay if you pray, pray, pray Told you I don't wanna wait (what?), just wait, wait, wait (what?) Get the fuck up out my way, don't wait, wait, wait (yeah) When the tracer hit your face, it's your date, date, date (yeah) What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go) Huh, lookin' at my clip, I took a motherfucker shit Got baguettes in my face, got baguettes on my wrist (yeah, I'm lit, whoo) Bitch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' hit (yeah) What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go) Huh, lookin' at my clip, I took a motherfucker shit Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist (yeah) When the tracer hit your face, it's your date, date, date Huh, yeah, after we fuck, we could date, date, date I done lost all my shades, close my eyes anyways Said I really love the city, y'all cray, cray, cray (Yeah, really love the city, I really love the city) Downtown, baby, yeah, that's why my hair frizzy In the two-seater, uh-huh, I'ma pick it up, hos eat up Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm puttin 'em in flu season Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm puttin 'em in flu season Yeah, yeah I don't know who set me up I don't know who set me up And I don't know who set me up

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